Mind Poem by Darlan M Cunha

Mind

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The girl is in no hurry,
alien to a horizon inside out
to the disturbances within it,
maybe for her the future is
another amniotic fluid,
time be hybrid, and the table
insossa, almost a torment, but
throwing in the towel seems a bit distant
to the unknown mind of the girl
sitting in a common chair
thinking not thinking.

Monday, December 28, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: psychology,horizon,mind,girl
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
David Wood 28 December 2020

Some never recover and are let down, even by loved ones

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Darlan M Cunha 29 December 2020

Thank you very much, dear friend David Moore for your visit to my site here at PoemHunter, and for the kindness of the comment. Darlan M Cunha (Brazil)

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